Crashing to a halt

I had an incredibly productive morning, a surprisingly productive morning considering my allergies and lack of sleep.

I got the big girls up, fed, dressed and out the door on time. Then I got a wild hair and cleaned out and reorganized the entire pantry. I hate our pantry - actually, I hate our whole kitchen - and it's been driving me especially insane lately. It doesn't have a door, so my disorganization is on display for anyone who is in the kitchen. Also, when we moved in, Ella was in full-blown toddlerhood, so things like snack food and cereal got put on the top shelf, where they have stayed ever since. I've been meaning to move them into reach for the kids so that they can help themselves, and today I finally did it.

I pulled everything out of the pantry, cleaned the shelves, sorted out the old/expired/disgusting foods, and put everything back neatly in new places. It looks beautiful.

Then I cleaned up the kitchen, vacuumed the house, did some laundry, went to a work meeting, and went to the grocery store. Phew.

Campbell and Elizabeth both fell asleep in the car on the way home from the store, so I tucked them into their bed and crashed into mine. Three hours later I woke up. Fortunately, B was home, so the girls didn't end up sitting on the porch waiting for someone to let them in after school.

As my mom would say, I guess I needed the sleep.